Chapter 2130: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (62)

"Very well, you're finally here. As soon as she appeared, Clarna said to Bedeville and the others.

Although the appearance of the great teacher Clarna, as in the impression, was completely hidden in the shadow of the witch's robe and hood, Bediwell could still vaguely sense from her sweet and magnetic voice that the great teacher should be an adult girl in her thirties. Although it is very unreliable to listen to the voice to distinguish the beauty and ugliness of others, the werewolf youth still stubbornly believes that since the voice of the great teacher is so good, her face hidden under the shadow of the hood should at least not be ugly. Even if it's not a stunning beauty, it's definitely a great beauty.

"Huh......" Eric heard the voice of the senior teacher Clarna for the first time this time, and he may not have heard the difference in voice clearly when the other party used the telepathy just now, but now that he heard it clearly, he let out a low snort of confusion.

"You're supposed to be Lawrence's brother, right?" the Great Teacher looked at Eric the Strategist, "I saw you when you were a baby. Time flies. Well, what's the problem?"

"Big Teacher...... Eric didn't say anything polite to the other party, and asked directly, "I always think I've heard your voice somewhere before." Now that I've confirmed it again, I can't help but feel that it's true. Lady Clarna, you ...... Do you know a lady named Eve?"

When Eric said this, Bediwell's side was suddenly shocked by this fact. It should be said that from the very beginning, he felt that the voice of the great teacher Clarna was particularly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. But Bediwell's ears were blinded by preconceived notions, and he ignored the fact that the familiarity was just an illusion. In fact, the more he thought about it now, the more the werewolf youth felt that the voice of the great teacher Krana was similar to that of Eve and the artificial intelligence navigation system on the Aurora...... No, it's almost exactly the same. It's just that the voice is a little less mechanical cold, and a little more mature.

Moreover, in this way, Krana's voice is actually very similar to that of Lianyin. Beddevil had wondered why Eve's voice was so similar to Lotus's. Now he found out that there were many people who had similar voices to Lianyin, and it must not be accidental.

"If you're talking about the AI navigation system on your ship, and her voice is similar to mine, that's of course. Clarna replied quietly, "Because, many of the artificial intelligence systems of the ancient gods and people, and even the android Partimos developed by them, their basic sound modules originated from me. ＂

"What?"

In other words, their voices are copied from my voice. ＂

"Wait, in that case, that is to say------" Bediwell exclaimed: "Is it possible to say, you are the ------ of the great teacher Clarna"

"Shhhh ＂

She turned and walked to the crystal-made door behind her, which seemed to have a hole in the sky.

"You're all tired, come in and rest. Having guests stand and talk is not hospitality. She said, "And, little wolf over there, don't you feel embarrassed to talk to a lady like that?"

"Uhhhh Because he was coated with the same herbs that prevent mosquito bites, the sticky feeling on his body made him think that it was better to wear no clothes. But the series of battles just now made Bediwell almost forget about it, and took Goben for granted, so much so that when he actually met the great teacher Clarna, he forgot to put on his clothes.

"Isn't it very uncomfortable to have that kind of anti-mosquito herb on your body all the time. When Bedeville and Eric crossed the crystal gate and entered a larger, amethyst hall, the great teacher who walked in front of her, Clarna, who was walking in front, stretched out her hand and pointed to a certain room beside her: "There is a pool of water that draws underground water veins, and it has been turned into a hot water pool using geothermal heat." Let's go take a shower, and we'll talk about it when you're freshened up. ＂

"Okay, okay. Bediwell replied very honestly, "Thank you, Great Teacher." ＂

"Milk or vanilla in the tea?" Clarna asked again.

"Uh," Bedivel paused for a moment, the phrase sounding familiar, "vanilla." Less sugar, thanks. It's still growing tonight. ＂

"Whew. The eldest teacher, Clarna, smiled indifferently and walked to the other side of the crystal hall, where the room was probably a reception room.

The crystal hall where they were standing was large and empty, with almost nothing in it, but four structural pillars for load-bearing support, and a few mysterious fires in the middle of the pillars to illuminate it. The firelight pierced directly through the translucent purple crystal pillars, scattering the light throughout the crystal building. Although the lighting is small, it unexpectedly illuminates the entire building with the powerful refraction ability of the crystal itself. In addition to these large pillars, Bediwell also saw a number of crystal walls that were only half a tall and had been built to be exceptionally strong. These half-height crystal walls are distributed around the pillars and seem to be of some kind of ...... Bunker?

Bediwell remembered that the great teacher had just said that the whole building was actually a piece of crystal, and indeed it seemed to be a treasure called the "dwelling stone". It's usually only the size of a palm, making it easy to carry. When the user needs this, he injects magic into the crystal, and the crystal will grow roughly according to the user's consciousness, and take root underground into a huge city. Of course, the growth of crystals is not completely controlled by the user, and in some places it is still quite rough. Still, the city, which was made up of a crystal the size of a palm, was still remarkable.

This crystal hall is not a meeting room, the reception room is more internal, which means that this crystal hall is only used as a structural support for the entire underground crystal dwelling, and may also be used as the first line of defense against enemy invasion. If the seemingly impregnable gate just now is breached by the good deeds, the great teacher Clarna can also use the special structure of this hall to deal with the invaders.

She lives in seclusion in the most dangerous moor in the Everglades.

She built a secret abode underground.

She made it her castle and was ready to deal with uninvited guests.

She said her enemies were everywhere.

Who is the Great Teacher Clarna fighting against?

"Do you want to take a bath?" Seeing that the werewolf young man was engrossed, Strategist Eric interrupted unhappily: "The big teachers have told you to wash up and talk to her in detail, so you should hurry up and wash up and change into formal clothes?

"Got it, what to urge. Bediville walked towards what appeared to be the room of the bathhouse. It's not that he can't understand why Eric is in such a hurry. Eric still has his [rite of passage] to complete, and since Bediwell is a witness to Eric's rite of passage, he should rush back to the Turkic elephant village as soon as possible to report the situation, so that Eric can have an explanation. The situation now can basically be understood as Eric [waiting] for Beddiville to go back with him. Bediwell, on his part, seems to be dragging on for a long time.

"Isn't it just a Turkic rite of passage, what a nervous thing. The werewolf youth grumbled as he walked into the so-called bathhouse. The crystal-made door was easily set back, and there was surprisingly no smoke inside, and the crystal-made building seemed to have good exhaust equipment.

It's not a very large room, but there is a pool of steaming water. Heated groundwater flows in from a hole on one side, accumulates in the pool, and then drains away from the drain on the other side in the same way, and so on and so forth. It's extravagant to the extreme.

Bediwell didn't think much of it, casually unbuckled his tactical belt, took off his pants, and jumped into the hot tub. The moment he was wrapped in hot water, he felt the pleasure of being surrounded by heaven.

"Can you get rid of this...... He tried to get rid of the green ointment, but it was a highly waterproof ointment that people used to move around the moor, and it was not so easy to get rid of.

"Soak it a little longer, although this thing is waterproof, but the heat of the hot water will soften it, and after softening, it will be washed off. Eric also took off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

"Yikes. Bediwell looked disgusted.

"What's the matter again!" asked little Lawrence impatiently.

"No, nothing. The werewolf youth stretched his face and did not continue to say anything, but concentrated on rubbing the hair on his body. The viscous green plaster did soften under the heat of the hot water, and they began to lose their stickiness, turning directly into clumps of cement that fell off with the movement of Bediwell's hands. And because the cement was still sticky to each other, they quickly became more and more large lumps of mass, concentrated in the palm of Bediwell's hand.

It's disgusting...... It's like a mass of sweat. And it's not soluble in water, even then.

"Collect it and throw it away, don't let it run into the drain. It's going to clog the drain. Bediwell saw that Eric was also rubbing his body, and couldn't help but command.

"You don't need to be reminded of this kind of thing. Eric the Strategist gave Bedeville a blank look.

Ten minutes later......

The cleaned-up mastic was half the size of a human head, a dirty and disgusting dark green color (with occasional wolf hair sticking to it), and Bediwell almost vomited. However, he had finally cleaned all the sticky ointment on his body, and his whole body was extremely refreshed. He took the clothes he had brought over to change of clothes out of the pocket of his tactical belt, put them on, and only after wearing this formal suit did he show the confidence of going to meet the great teacher Clarna.

"Freshened up?" Sure enough, on the other side of the living room, there was already black tea and refreshments on the crystal table, and Clarna sat in the center of the living room, waiting for the arrival of the werewolf youth.

"So, where do we start?" said Grand Master Clarna, snorting and taking a seat on the crystal table and chair.